(Bb)                     F
I'm getting tired of the city
         C             F
all the noise and the mess
          Bb   F              C   F
I want a new beginning and a new address
              Gm
why don't we run away 
                                    F   Bb F
to somewhere where the birds still sing?



             Bb          F            C      F   
I want the green, green grass and a country house
      Bb             C          F
in a place where my face ain't known
            Bb           F           C        F
and in the green green grass, it'll come to pass
                Gm                F  Bb F
we'll have somewhere to call our own
                Gm                F  Bb F
we'll have somewhere to call our home